Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I something doing
I do through and through and
I give you the news, with a twist it's his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot to the block where they
Pop toasters, and they live they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched
Mommy's knocked up she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child knocked
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I it through the ghetto without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths in they ways
read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with relate to it?
I them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose tie and your shirt

I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but kick it with 'em a minute
see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in
As a drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get
And I got nothing to do but make you look as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you do good at marriage!
And do you any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and your ears glued to the stereo
here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass just the

Renegade! Never been to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! been afraid to talk
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) been afraid to holler)
(About anything (anything?) (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron my coat, feeling braver
wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on
I brought something home to quiet the stomach
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, raisin green up
Raisin my to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, just I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the and went straight

See I'm a to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day here
To the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see a matter of taste
We as a people decide if as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
Media scapegoat, who can be mad at today
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty against me
Go to war the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm a kid from the gutter
Making this off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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